Disclaimer: I don't own Witch Hunter Robin. Oh, if only.
From Life and of Fire
A/N: Hello again! I haven't really gotten reviews, but I'll just keep updating and hope some turn up.
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Robin awoke to the groan of cement near her feet. Pulling herself quickly closer toward the opening to the outside, she observed that a large bunch of heavy material had been very close to falling on top of her. She quizzically moved forward to touch it. It was still stable.the movement could only be caused by some form of outer pressure.
Scrambling to her feet, Robin put on her spectacles and stood outside. Edging carefully around the stone she jumped forward to find a solitary figure sleeping restlessly on top of her hideout. At first, all she saw were his numerous wounds and the fact that the sleeping man was in a slightly feverish state. Then realization hit her.
"Amon."
Her first realization was that an Orbo gun hung limply in his hand. She filed the image away for later consideration. Meanwhile, her concern was with his wounds. She toiled through the afternoon, moving him into the woods for shade and clearing out the chunks of stone in his skin and the nastily infected blotches that had gone without care for too many days. Night fell, and she fell asleep by his side, exhausted from a day worry and work.
The sunrise brought hope, and again she toiled. She had taken care of the infections and brought down his fever by mid afternoon. Today had required dragging him to a small stream in the woods that she had discovered while searching for food. Robin was strong, but Amon was heavy, and once again she fell into a tired sleep.
Amon awoke early the next morning, healed with the dawn. He observed his arms and hands nervously. His jacket had been removed to bandage his shoulder, and his infected scars were all but healed. It was discomforting to find himself far from where he had fallen asleep.
Robin! What of her? He looked over in alarm. There she was, asleep at his side, holding a bunch of herbs in her hand.
His usually expressionless face softened. She had cared for him it seemed. His gun was laid on top of his coat, folded neatly in a pile nearby. She was thorough certainly, but now exhausted. With a rush of hesitance, he spread the coat over her sleeping body and stood up to assess their situation.
This is where Robin found him when she rose in the morning. He stood a bit away, his back to her. She shifted comfortably. It was warmer this morning, somehow. She sighed happily. He had put his coat over her in the night, a very mild gesture of kindness.
She rose, and walked shyly to him. "Thank you, Amon."
He gave a curt nod in response. She sighed. What else was there to expect? "Are you feeling better?"
She was standing behind him, and so could not tell that a gentle half-smile lit his face. "Yes, I am. Thank you, Robin." With this he turned around and looked at her, noting a faint redness in her cheeks. It struck him odd, but he shook the vision off.
She turned away and moved her jacket from nearby, under which there was a supply of food she had gathered. While she prepared breakfast, she considered her reaction to his kind words. She had blushed, and she was sure he had noticed. This made her blush further. This was Amon.he would never see her that way.
They ate a light breakfast in silence. It did not make either feel really uncomfortable, but it saddened Robin. She wanted to speak, but she did not wish to anger him or cause an odd situation. She settled for a matter-of- fact and reasonable question.
"What will we do now, Amon?"
For the first time in a while, she saw him look truly distraught. He caught her eye, and frowned.
"I don't know Robin."
From Life and of Fire
A/N: Hello again! I haven't really gotten reviews, but I'll just keep updating and hope some turn up.
~ ~ ~
Robin awoke to the groan of cement near her feet. Pulling herself quickly closer toward the opening to the outside, she observed that a large bunch of heavy material had been very close to falling on top of her. She quizzically moved forward to touch it. It was still stable.the movement could only be caused by some form of outer pressure.
Scrambling to her feet, Robin put on her spectacles and stood outside. Edging carefully around the stone she jumped forward to find a solitary figure sleeping restlessly on top of her hideout. At first, all she saw were his numerous wounds and the fact that the sleeping man was in a slightly feverish state. Then realization hit her.
"Amon."
Her first realization was that an Orbo gun hung limply in his hand. She filed the image away for later consideration. Meanwhile, her concern was with his wounds. She toiled through the afternoon, moving him into the woods for shade and clearing out the chunks of stone in his skin and the nastily infected blotches that had gone without care for too many days. Night fell, and she fell asleep by his side, exhausted from a day worry and work.
The sunrise brought hope, and again she toiled. She had taken care of the infections and brought down his fever by mid afternoon. Today had required dragging him to a small stream in the woods that she had discovered while searching for food. Robin was strong, but Amon was heavy, and once again she fell into a tired sleep.
Amon awoke early the next morning, healed with the dawn. He observed his arms and hands nervously. His jacket had been removed to bandage his shoulder, and his infected scars were all but healed. It was discomforting to find himself far from where he had fallen asleep.
Robin! What of her? He looked over in alarm. There she was, asleep at his side, holding a bunch of herbs in her hand.
His usually expressionless face softened. She had cared for him it seemed. His gun was laid on top of his coat, folded neatly in a pile nearby. She was thorough certainly, but now exhausted. With a rush of hesitance, he spread the coat over her sleeping body and stood up to assess their situation.
This is where Robin found him when she rose in the morning. He stood a bit away, his back to her. She shifted comfortably. It was warmer this morning, somehow. She sighed happily. He had put his coat over her in the night, a very mild gesture of kindness.
She rose, and walked shyly to him. "Thank you, Amon."
He gave a curt nod in response. She sighed. What else was there to expect? "Are you feeling better?"
She was standing behind him, and so could not tell that a gentle half-smile lit his face. "Yes, I am. Thank you, Robin." With this he turned around and looked at her, noting a faint redness in her cheeks. It struck him odd, but he shook the vision off.
She turned away and moved her jacket from nearby, under which there was a supply of food she had gathered. While she prepared breakfast, she considered her reaction to his kind words. She had blushed, and she was sure he had noticed. This made her blush further. This was Amon.he would never see her that way.
They ate a light breakfast in silence. It did not make either feel really uncomfortable, but it saddened Robin. She wanted to speak, but she did not wish to anger him or cause an odd situation. She settled for a matter-of- fact and reasonable question.
"What will we do now, Amon?"
For the first time in a while, she saw him look truly distraught. He caught her eye, and frowned.
"I don't know Robin."
